Description of the artwork «Granny Mila»
The war broke life, crippled the fate of my loved ones, left wounds in their hearts forever, but did not break their spirit. Low bow to them for their feat ...My grandmother, Lyudmila Mikhailovna Shorina, is a hero and a veteran of labor. During the war, she worked in Klin. At the Klinvolokno factory (now Khimvolokno), it was the first synthetic fiber plant in the USSR, KLINVOLOKNO was a city-forming enterprise, a forge of personnel and a flagship of the domestic industry. Klin was very dangerous, my grandmother continued to live and work there. Not a single city was spared by the war. Wedge keeps 1941 in memory as a terrible time, where every piece of land had to be conquered with blood, passed through the occupation, and suffered heavy losses. Wedge during the war, like all the cities of the Russian land, fought for freedom! Wedge was subjected to bombing., Was later occupied by shelling for more than 20 days, but from the beginning of December, the Soviet command took decisive action, on the 6th from early morning our troops launched a counteroffensive, which played a historical role. (Klin during the war years turned out to be the first city in the history of this war, where it was possible to carry out an almost complete encirclement of the German fascist troops. This happened on December 13. Klin during the war was also the first city from which the enemy troops were given an ultimatum demanding surrender. this city was liberated only on December 15 in the afternoon.) Grandmother, along with other residents of Klin, had to hide in bomb shelters, forever in her memory those terrible days, pictures and sounds of war ... She often sadly told me that the sound of a flying plane, the thunderclaps, reminded her of the bombing, just like my mother, who had to endure the horror of war as a child. In 41, my mother was 8 years old, she was sent from Klin to her grandmother in the village of Lovtsy. Until now, before her eyes: Peron, her father waving goodbye to her with a brand new bicycle, which she so dreamed of. She just learned to ride it, but the bike did not fit in the carriage.She never saw her dad again ... They had a very strong friendly family. They dreamed of a happy future. They made plans, but the war ruined everything. Then a difficult hungry life, there was a time when they cooked quinoa soup. She remembers that in spring They swam with local children in bomb craters, the water in them was heated earlier than in the Oka. My grandmother later also moved to Lovtsy. She returned to her former profession, where she studied, was engaged in land reclamation. She became the chief agronomist. Little Rimma (my mother) saw how difficult it was for her and her grandmother to live and tried to help them in everything. At the age of 8, she chopped firewood herself, carried water from a well. Went to meet them far outside the village, when her mother and grandmother went to the forest for brushwood to heat the stove. My mother, as a child, throughout the war, worked every summer for collective farm fields. My grandmother loved and remembered her husband all her life, until the very end of the war, and later, in her heart of hearts, she hoped that maybe he would return ...The war broke life, crippled the fate of my loved ones, left wounds in their hearts forever, but did not break their spirit. Low bow to them for their feat ...